Outside, the lead clouds were heavy, and there was not a bend of the waning moon to be found; The night was silent, and there was not a single glimmer of light.

Murong Qian looked at Zhou Yingying's hand, and saw a figure standing in a daze in the faint light of the lantern under the corridor, Murong Qian squinted his eyes and looked closely, that thin and small appearance, who is not Ah Li! Ah Li was dressed in a coarse cloth robe, and stood cowering in the north wind, looking pitiful.

"Yingying, or, tell Ah Li to come in!" Murong Qian asked tentatively, and when he looked back, Zhou Yingying didn't know where he went.

"Childe!" Ah Li called softly outside the window, and without waiting for Murong Qian's reply, he ran down the corridor.

Murong Qian was suspicious in his heart, took off in one step, jumped out of the window, and chased after him.

Ah Li's body shuttled through the corridor outside the Chengxin Hall like a charm, and everywhere he went, the lights were bright, leading to a bright avenue.

At the end of the corridor, a white horse was tied, with oily and slippery fur and blazing horse eyes, Murong Qian recognized this as his "breeze" at a glance, and it was no longer the old state of living in the stable for a long time, but returned to the chic posture of galloping the river.

Murong Qian's pride surged, and before he could think about it, he untied the reins and flew on the horse, and the reins of the horse were raised, and the "breeze" was like an arrow from the string, flying out, and chased towards the light of Ah Li's escape, and the lights on both sides hurriedly faded, burning into a dim yellow behind him, and after a while, he saw Ah Li's figure.

"Ah Li! Ah Li! ”

Ah Li's steps suddenly stopped in the lamplight, Murong Qian tightened the reins, let out a long horse whistle, and the high hooves of the horse fell three feet away from Ah Li.

"Childe, you're here!" Ah Li turned around and saw the person coming, and smiled at Murong Qian, and made a deep gesture.

Murong Qian lifted the corner of his robe, flew off the horse, and frowned slightly: "Ah Li, what's going on?" ”

"Childe, you don't know? Someone is going to board the 'Wind Flower Snow Moon' platform today! Ah Li took the reins from Murong Qian's hand, and the surprise in his eyes could not be concealed.

Wind Flower Snow Platform! Murong looked at the immaturity on Ah Li's face, this look was clearly the dress of a protégé thirteen years ago, he couldn't help but look up at the flower building behind Ah Li, only to see that above the door plaque, under the red silk, the words "Fusheng Pavilion" were quietly floating.

Murong Qian was surprised, and looked around, it was the Qinhuai River where the warblers sang and danced, and all the scenery was the same as in the past.

"Ah Li, what the hell is going on?"

"Childe, the dance is about to start, please hurry up and get in!" Ah Li's hand led in the direction of the Fusheng Pavilion, and with a gesture, he led the "Qingfeng" to the darkness beside him, the horse's hooves could rise and fall, bringing a vague breath, "We're here to say goodbye to you!" Before he could finish speaking, he dissipated into the darkness like smoke.

Goodbye? Murong Qianyu's eyelashes trembled, as if he realized something, he looked back at the plaque of the Floating Life Pavilion, and after a little contemplation, he strode into the Floating Life Pavilion.

The furnishings in the house are all in the style of yesterday and the past, a beam and a wood, a few and a couch, which lightly write the cold posture of floating life and the bones of the world. Murong Qian's steps couldn't help but slow down gradually, and the corners of his clothes brushed lightly on the floor, making a subtle rustling sound. The fragrance of peach blossom wine, quietly fermenting warmth, lingers on the tip of his nose, evoking infinite tenderness in his heart.

Even if everything he could see was illusory, he wanted to stay a little longer, just like this, indulging in the past streamer and stealing a moment of leisure.